Cops at the door

I had brought back a nice little amount of Burmese powder from Northern Thailand and was surfing a friends couch at EMU. We had known eachother for some years and he initally turned me on to a few drugs Id never tried back in high school. He was my idol, he knew the trade and had connections but he was in his Christian phase at this point and wasnt using anything really, until that day. "let me toot a dot of that stuff you brought back" I was surprised but knew he was the type that knew the dangers of starting in on this type of stuff., I knew he could handle it. I laid out a dot and he sniffed it up and went off to jam in the basement with some other friends we knew from high school. Mudflap as I sometimes call him called me the next day in a panic, "dude, I was jamin with friends in the basement and Ding Dong (as I call him) was askin why I was fallin asleep in the middle of my solos" Well yeah I said, so what,  thats normal, what did you tell him?  "I told them I did a little bit of your stuff, no big deal I thought, but Ding Ding got all crazy and said hes going to call the cops unless you flush all you got down the toilet" I couldnt believe it, Id known Ding Dong for years, I may have set his locker on fire in high school but it was an accident. DD really thought he could do his part as a good Christian by threatning me with the law.  Mudflap says "Dude you got to get that shit outta the house" I hung up the phone and borrowed a car and drove to the woods and buried my shit near a big ghetto palm.
For the next two days Mudflap apoplogized profusely, I of course understood, no one saw that coming but sure enough the door bell rang and three Ypsilanti cops were at the door asking me about drugs in the house. The house was clean so I wasnt worried much. The cops wanted to look around and I promptly told them no and that this drug war was a load of crap. They left and I moved to Detroit for the first time the next day, I figured it would be business as usuall down here.